The Watcher of New Olympus

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The Watcher of New Olympus

The neon skyline of New Olympus shimmered under the twin moons of Mars. Rain, thick with iron dust, drizzled over the streets, reflecting the glow of towering billboards. One in particular stood out—its bright, pulsing letters declared:

“Nothing feels better than getting home after a hard day’s worth of work.”

Most citizens of New Olympus never questioned the message. They trudged through their shifts in the mines, the factories, the endless corridors of bureaucracy, dreaming of home, of rest, of escape. But one figure watched from the shadows, unseen, unmoved.

Cloaked in a sleek, high-tech shroud, the Watcher perched atop a rusted rooftop, eyes scanning the restless city. He knew the truth. The word homer wasn’t a typo—it was a name. A person. A promise.

And he had come to find him.

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